Friday the 13th for real. I was working the night shift as a nurse and began having moderate cramping (had been mild for weeks) and a sharpening pain in my right pelvic area. I thought I was 6-7 weeks pregnant. I went home to shower before reporting to the ER for the pain. My selected OB/Gyn wouldn't see me until I was 8w. The US revealed a 5w gest sac rested right on the edge between my Fallopian and uterus. In the super narrow part. The worst part they said. My mom, husband and BFF were all out of town and my MIL was burying her BFF while I was in limbo between surgery and chemo to remedy what was ailing me. No. Lie. So I'm acting goofy from the pain and cracking stupid and cheesy comments to redirect myself while waiting to hear what the MD decides as my fate. After the ER Dr freaks me out by ending his lecture with "possibly a hysterectomy if we can't stop the bleeding", I almost pooped the bed with fear. Ultimately, the OB/Gyn on call decided a few methotrexate shots would be our first line of treatment. I got them. It sucked. Hopefully this will be over in a timely fashion.